Two weeks ago, I got a new haircut. Last week I joined a dating site. Today, I told my landlord that I would not be renewing my lease because I planned to spend the next year backpacking. Through where? I do not know. All I know is that I feel stuck.
For me, religion is not about telling another person what to do, and I feel many practices need clarity. For me, it is about balancing my center. My family and my grandmother Rodell's ring are my center. They are the things I will forever come back to.
When I was in college, I was madly in love with love. I saw a glimpse of both my best and my worst self, driven by the thrilling vulnerability of meeting someone that could love both the good and bad parts of me.
It may be nice to take a hot shower without a delightful utilities bill condemning my next month's groceries list to Ramen noodles and canned soup. Then again, when I hand Mom my laundry, I am handing her my independence, temporarily.
But seriously, where is the line between being realistic versus being optimistic? Where is the line between going for your dreams versus being crazy stupid? Where is the line between being content and happy with your life versus settling and being tired of life?